Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ecstasy

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Life sometimes has it's moments where it doesn't even feel real. At all. And what makes these moments feel so damn terrifying, is how randomly they are sprung upon us. They can happen anywhere, at anytime, with anybody.

Life is crafty, like that: it has a nasty habit of knocking us into the mud by hurling unanticipated situations at us, unanticipated people.

And in this case, I was very much caught off guard. Because never, never would I have ever imagined myself to fall into a situation such as this...

I took it all back. That thought I had about how "Nothing Draco does suprises me anymore"

I was wrong. Wrong!

This boy's behaviour had more twists and turns than a bloody roller-coaster.

And I was about ready to start screaming.

There he had me: on the floor with my wrists pinned high above my head in one of his hands; his steel grip tight enough to leave marks. Bruises.

My body was trapped beneath his weight for he was sat on my legs, nearly blocking the bloodflow. And his knees were painfully digging into the sides of my hips, making it impossible to wriggle my body away.

Nothing disturbed the silence except for our matching hot and angry breaths, that of which were now gradually calming back down as our breathing grew steady again, slowing. Wisps of my tangled hair blocked my vision, practically blindfolding me.

But no matter how much I twisted, turned and scrunched my heated face up in irritation, they wouldn't move - my red strands were stuck to my sweat-ridden forehead, and I thought to myself right then, that Draco hadn't just ruffled my feathers - rather, he'd violently shaken them.

I couldn't move. Couldn't fight. Couldn't find the strength to argue anymore.

I could only lie there.

Waiting...

The finger that ghosted across my face, gently brushing the strands out of my eyes, felt more familiar than it should have. I'd felt his cold touch many times before now, and each time it sent the same shock reaction jolting through me. I shivered. Blinked the mist from my eyes.

And me and Draco just stared at eachother silently, hatefully - if not a little uncertainly, from our bizzare positions.

I was too stunned and breathless to glare, and he had that blank, impassive look of stone coated across his features again: Dragging his analytical, calculating gaze up, down, side to side and all over my face - reading me, inspecting me. Picking out every flaw.

My self-esteem had never been this low before Draco Malfoy had barged into my life.

The psychical and emotional effects he had on me sent me spiralling into a pit of despair, and the thick, tense, frustrated silence that currently lingered only made that pit deeper. Darker.

Until, it was as though a fresh gust of wind had swept over his expression: Life suddenly flashed and sparked in his eyes again, cunning. His lip faintly curled at the corner: A tell-tale sign he was about to dish out some snide remark, so I held my breath.

"You look flustered," I could hear the scornfull amusement dripping off of him. And of course, my stupid face betrayed me by flushing. Draco's lip curled up even further.

"Get-off-me!"

He clicked his tongue, giving a little shake of his head so the silky, blond wisps of hair shook slightly.